The Champ:Bad Boys Book 5(34)

She actually hummed in her throat as she licked my cock juice off my tip   before licking her way down my length. "No hands." I warned her when   she moved to take me in her hand. Instead I led her head up and down my   cock until I was in her throat. "That's my good girl."

I loved to watch my cock expand her throat, loved the way her throat   fought to take me in. There was cock juice dribbling down her chin as   she took eight of my twelve and a half inches before spitting me out to   catch her breath. "Had enough?" For an answer she opened her mouth for   me to feed her my cock.

I slapped her cheek with my heavy cock and made her bob for it until I   was leaking onto her tongue again. "I don't want to cum in your mouth   this time babe, I want in that pussy again, let go." She looked at me   with her mouth full of cock and greed in her eyes before letting me plop   out of her mouth.

With her hair still grabbed in my hand, I moved back around behind her   and let my cock find its way home. Her pussy was still swollen from her   earlier pounding, but she knew just how to move her body to take my   cock.

"That's it baby arch that back, put that ass in the air." She grabbed   the poles of the bed as I slammed into her once and held. "You ready?"   She knew what was coming. Although we enjoy nice slow loving on   occasion, we're both fond of hard fucking. That down and dirty shit that   made you almost too embarrassed to look each other in the eye the next   morning. The kind of shit that I would never have imagined my little   prim and proper china doll was capable of.

She nodded her head yes and held onto the bed hard enough to turn her   knuckles white. With my fingers pressing into the dimples in her ass, I   fucked into her with nice slow strokes until her pussy juice made it   easier for me to fuck deeper without causing pain.

"Fuck, I'm so deep in you." Her legs started to shake and she pounded   the mattress when I went past her cervix and into her womb. This was my   favorite spot, even more than her G-spot, being in her womb always got   me going and it's all I needed to set her off.

She came all over my cock as her head shook from side to side, but after   all night fucking I was nowhere near ready. It was going to be another   long night.

I didn't give her time to come down; instead, I reached over to the side   table and got some lube for her ass. After greasing her up nicely,   making sure to get some deep inside her, I pulled out of her pussy and   eased into her ass. This wasn't her favorite thing to do so we didn't do   it too often, but every once in a while I need in that ass in the  worse  way.         

     



 

She might not like it too much, but that didn't stop her from enjoying   having her ass stuffed and she always cums hard as fuck from having me   in her ass, and tonight was no different.

I felt my balls getting ready to spit fire as she clamped down on my   cock and pulled out. I stroked my seed into the small of her back and   all over her ass being sure to get some in her dimples.

"Bath time." I slipped out of bed dragging her with me. In the shower I   of course did all the work since she's damn near comatose after a night   like the one we'd just had. My reason for doing this is twofold. Yes I   love making love to her for hours on end, but I've come to learn that   after a night like this, she's almost dead to the world once her head   hits the pillow and that suits my purposes just fine.

While she was dragging ass, I had a second wind. I went through the   pretense of getting ready for bed and climbed in with her, holding her   close and murmuring to her in the dark.

I waited until she was asleep, as I'd been doing for the last couple   nights, before sneaking out. I dressed the part for what I had in mind.   All black from head to toe. I eased down the drive with my lights off   and hit the dark streets on the hunt.

Three hours later, I returned home empty handed again. My frustration   knew no bounds. I was running out of time and felt trapped by my two   loves. If it were up to me I wouldn't leave her, not for a second, and I   didn't like feeling like I was choosing the ring over her safety. If  it  were just myself who had something to lose I would walk away in a   heartbeat, but because there were others who would be affected, it   wasn't as easy to make that call.





Chapter 11


Traci





Today is the big day. My mom, my friends, everyone I care about is here.   I wasn't as nervous as I would've expected, Wyatt doesn't leave much   room for such idiosyncrasies. This morning before he left me after   another night of marathon sex that left me with hardly a working brain   cell, he'd given me just one warning. "Don't make me wait, your ass   better be heading down that aisle at exactly three o'clock."

For some reason his nervousness made me less so. He was worried about me   not showing up not the other way around; that made me feel very secure   in what I was about to do. I hadn't had any real doubts in the last  few  weeks, who had time with a maniac like Wyatt to deal with?

The man never gave me a moment to think about anything but the life we   had ahead of us. He had all these plans already, was always dragging me   into something or the other that he thought I might like to do. He was   already making arrangements to cut back on his travelling, which is   something I'd tried my hardest to talk him out of.

I knew how he felt about his sport, had even gone with him on one   occasion when he was sparring with someone in what he called a grudge   match, whatever that means. I saw the change in him when he stepped into   the ring. The way he dominated his opponent with sheer force of will.

I have to admit to being very turned on by what I'd seen that night. So   much so that we'd pulled over at the end of the driveway on the way  home  and went after each other like animals in the car before making  our way  outside. Of course we'd had to go delete the security tape  after that,  which had I known it was there I would never have let him  bend me over  the hood of his car and take me from behind.

"What has you blushing?" Cris came over to watch as the makeup artist   added her finishing touches. Her question only made me blush harder so I   tried to distract her. "Is everyone finding everything okay?" Marie  had  insisted on having everyone get ready at the house in the guest  wing.  She'd hired hair and makeup artists, nail technicians, and who  knows  what else since there were about fifteen people running around  from  place to place taking care of our every need.

There was a knock at the door and the females went into high panic when   it was Chad standing there. We had an hour before we needed to be at  the  chapel, so the best man showing up unannounced caused more than a   little stir. I was the only one not flustered; that was until he handed   off the little gift his brother had sent me.

"Oh my word, are these real?" It was a bracelet, a ring of diamonds,   each the size of the nail of my pinky finger. "This can't be real, is   your brother crazy?"

"I think that's a moot point, but he says you're to wear that today." I   looked from my mother in law to my mom then to my girls. In the last   month and a half Wyatt had pulled some stunts. He'd bought me not one,   but two vehicles, but those he had pretty good arguments for. The Jag,   because my blabbermouth friends had told him that that was my favorite   car, and since I couldn't afford a car and he thought I needed one, I   let it slide. When he gave me a custom made Mercedes G-class a week   later, his explanation had been that everyone needed an SUV and that was   the safest.

I wasn't too sold on that one but this is Wyatt, the man doesn't   understand the word no. But this, this is beyond. The thing must weigh   five pounds and was completely …  "Where am I gonna wear this?"         

     



 

"Look at it like your wedding gown dear, you're only going to wear that   once, though I think you'll get much more wear out of that piece." Mom   came over to hug me before I went into total meltdown, while Marie was   busy, wiping tears from her eyes.

"No, you don't understand, that piece, it's about more than its monetary   worth. Do you know what you hold in your hands? It's as if he'd taken   his heart out and placed it in your hands. That was his   great-great-great- grandmother's. It's been in the Hunter family for   generations. It once belonged to the wife of a Raja, one of the first   made by Asprey and Garrard. His great-great-great grandfather was gifted   it for bravery when he saved her life in some uprising or the other   back in India. No one has worn it in over two hundred years … " She broke   down and couldn't speak but what she'd said thus far was enough.